Lletres:
October Fall Taking Shape

I'm sick of all these words, Yeah, sick of what you've heard, We've built a grudge that won't let us down, Pray for the brink, Don't give, just take,

we fell into each other the time is winding, but we're both hiding from whatever we?ll become so take a breath, from an empty chest cuz we?ve fallen out

There's nothing left to say You scream till I'm not coming down Without puncturing your lung I'm not falling into love I'm not Cause I've fallen down